Oxias lighted up his laptop scrolling through YouTube. His fingers clicked the buttons on his keyboard as his irises glowed with the light from the laptop screen. A piece of classic music filled the filled as he sat back watching the screen, it wasn't much but the steps were almost similar to Shiloh's, professional they call themselves they can't beat a clumsy egg to it.
He rolled his eyes before staring as his ring rubbing a thumb over it.
"One last dance, dear, and it would be your end." He muttered in his language. His gaze returned to the screen as he reached for his note, jolting something down, though he was covered his a heavy home sweater if still felt like he was wear a T-shirt in the middle of the cold street.
Oxias brought his hand to his nose and rubbed gently. His noise was
